Dempster had arrived early, watching for Orla. He was glad he'd not asked for her description, rather leaving it to the mystery. He eyed the crowd until it was nearly ten and when he turned, it was easy to pick her out. The camera gave her away.
Waiting until she was leaning against the fence, he studied her for a moment before offering a warm smile and crossing closer to her. "Orla?" Dem grinned, offering his hand. "I'm Dempster."